My only mission on Thursday night was to beat the rising sun back to Brooklyn. A bunch of people that I work with nightside were going out to celebrate the last day of a coworker. There were only a couple people that I actually knew, and I got off work a couple hours before them, so I was already hesitant to go. But I got home that night, showered, and although I was slightly tired, I decided that I needed to be social and take advantage of an opportunity to spend time with people from work outside of work. So I headed back into Manhattan at like 11, and met everyone at P D O'Hurley's on W 72nd.
Since I was already on the edge of my comfort zone, the first thing I did was head to the bar to get a Budlight for each hand--to ease my anxiety. And who knew that a girl double-fisting two beers would be so appreciated by the guys surrounded by girls drinking wine! I feel like no matter who I go out with, and what the occasion is, I'll always prefer a few bottles of beer over anything else. I think it's the sorority girl in me ♕
So we were there for a few hours drinkin and carryin on. I got schooled on how the network used to be and all of the changes in the past few years, and insider info about others that I work with. Haha, basically I got a lot of gossip and funny stories, which was right up my alley! Once O'Hurley's was closing (yeah..closing in the city that supposedly never sleeps, pft!) we stopped by Gray's Papaya which was like right next door. There, as it started to rain cats and dogs outside, we stood and devoured the most delicious hot dogs. Hah, I realize that hot dogs aren't exactly a food that can be messed up, but after a few drinks they're always even better tasting. I only had one, but probably should've gotten three. Then, we all starting dispersing to go our separate ways home. Luckily, two of the girls were heading my direction back to BK, so I didn't have to ride the subway the whole way home alone. However, once I had to switch trains, that's when the second portion of my night began.
The city does track maintenance for the subways on weekends and late at night, obviously to avoid inconveniencing as many people as possible. Unfortunately for me, I was completely inconvenienced. I ended up having to a take a train back up town, and catch the C that was actually running on the F tracks, and then take that into Brooklyn to Hoyt-Schermerhorn, and then catch the G, which runs, not only incredibly slow late at night and on weekends, but just shuttles between like 4 stops. Basically, it took me like an hour and a half to get home. The rain had subsided as I walked up the subway stairs from unground, and the sky was just beginning to hint that sunlight wasn't too far away. As I walked to the front door of my building, and I saw the clock on my phone change to 5:00am, I felt like I was winning. I'd beat the sun. ...six hours later, as I struggled to get out of bed and get ready for work, I was doing little more than losing--bad. Lebron style: ZING!
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